Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Pakistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crime to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Visage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.